The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-11-19
CRazED BY LOVE.
From the French of Guy De Mdupassdnt TfanSiated for the Nec OrteunS
 Times Democrat.

It was during the hunting season at the Chateau de Banneville. The au- tumn had been rainy and gloomy. The red leaves, instead of rustling beneath the feet, routed in the furrows under the heavy showers.
 The well-nigh naked forest was as damp as bathing establishment. As the hunter entered it and trudged along over the wet grass and soggy soil under the great storm beaten trees, he found himself enveloped by a noisome vapor with a musty smell. His dogs also seemed affected by the wretched weather, so dejected did they look, as with dropping tails and reek- ing skins they trotted along close be- hind his heels.
 In the main parlor, after dinner, we had been playing lotto to kill time, while gusts of wind rattled the win dows, and, on the outside, made the old weathercockss spin like tops. Find ing but little pleasure in the game, we tried our hands at story telling, just as people are said to do iii books, but no one invented anything amusing. The hunters related adventures that had occurred to them while out shoot ing-massacres of rabbits, while the la dies racked their brains in futile at tempts to discover Scbeherazade's in spiration.
 We were on the point of giving up this species of entertainment also, when young lady, thoughtlessly toying with the hand of her maiden aunt, noticed on one of the old lady's fingers small ring made of light hair. She had frequently seen this trinket, but had never before paid any atten- tion to it.
 As she gently turned the ring around her aunt's finger, she asked:
 "By- the-by, Aunty, what ring is this? It looks like the hair of a child"
 The old maid blushed, became pale then, with faltering voice, she said |;
 'It is so sad a story that 1 never like to speak of it. It was the one great misfortune of my life. was quite young when it all happened, and yet the memory of it is so painful that 1 still shed tears whenever 1 think about it."
 As matter of course all wanted to hear the story. The old maid at first refused to tell it, but finally she yield ed to our solicitations and began as follows:
 You have often heard tell of the Santeze family. It is now extinct, but was acquainted with the three last men of that race. They all died the same death. This ring is the hair of the last one. He was thirteen years old when he killed himself on my &C., count. That seems very strange to you, does it not?
 Oh! they were a singular race, in- sane, if you wish, but the most charm ing lunatics, crazed by love. All, from father to son, were a prey to vio- lent passions, to great impulses which made them enthusiasts in all they up- dertook, to such an extent, that they would not have hesitated at crime. In them this passion was what ardent devotion is in certain minds. Those who become trappists are not of the same nature as our drawing room but terfies. In our family, we used to say: ''In love like Santeze." They all had curly hair and beard and large eyes, the light of which seemed to penetrate and disturb ones soul, though it would have been hard to say why.
 The grandfather of the one of whom this is the only souvenir have, after many adventures and duels, at the age of sixty-five fell blindly in love with his farmers daughter. l knew both of them. She was pale blonde, of a distinguished appearance, with soft voice and So gentle look that she seemed a Madonna The old Dobleman took her to his house and became so attached to her that he could not be happy minute unless he was in her company. His daughter and step daughter, who lived in the chateau with him, found this quite natural, so traditional had love become in the family. Nothing surprised them if passion had anything to do with the case, and if they happened to hear of broken ties, of parted lovers, even of revenge being taken after betrayal, they both would say in the same afflicted voice: stOh how he ic- she) must have suffered" Nothing else. They only grew tender over dramas of the heart, and never displayed any -5 4